SUMMER
It was a quiet Sunday.
Logan and Maddox were grounded — officially, formally, no-leaving-their-rooms-except-for-school-until-next-Sunday grounded. Alpha Darren and Elara had left at dawn for some pack business in town and weren't expected back until evening. Rhett was, as always, in the east tower.
That left me with the run of the house, which felt strange after a week of carefully calibrating my presence around five other people.
I ate breakfast. I read. I cleaned my room. By eleven I'd run out of small productive things to do and decided to walk in the garden.
The garden had returned to its immaculate state like last night never even happened. The pool was clean again. The grass was green and spotless.
I was halfway through the labyrinth path — I'd been working up the courag
